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In Kids Return, the warmth of Kitano’s brand of brotherhood glows on the palate long after the acidity of his cynicism has subsided.
I Am Durán isn’t structured in the most cinematically exciting way but it’s a story that’s excitingly cinematic.
Matteo Garrone is arguably one of the most talented filmmakers working today. He is certainly,…
Donnybrook ends with a final battle for the ages. It’s just a shame that the road leading there is a miserable slog.
While Creed II does not reach the fantastic heights of Creed, it still puts up plenty of fight to prove itself worthy.
A Prayer Before Dawn boasts a fantastic central performance from Joe Cole, but unfortunately, wastes an astonishing true story in favour of genre cliches.
Musanna Ahmed reviews Too Beautiful: Our Right to Fight and spoke with director Maceo Frost and star Namibia Flores Rodriguez.
Paddy Considine’s long-awaited second film in the director’s chair is an emotionally manipulative disappointment, that has replaced the grit of his debut with a stale, maudlin predictability.
Fighting Belle initially seems to have potential as a unique and inspirational revenge story, but it ultimately feels cringeworthy instead.
Body and Soul still stands as a marvelous example of the potent capabilities of film noir – that remains untarnished
Chuck is the story of boxing legend Chuck Wepner, yet never quite manages to match the outsized metaphoric grandeur of the film it inspired.
Avoiding cliches and mostly celebrating in richly defined performances, Jawbone is among the more engaging boxing movies in recent memory.
Gorgeous black and white look aside, Six Rounds proves too underwhelming in the screenplay and character departments to be a true knockout.
Filmed on a micro-budget, Anna Rose Holmer’s The Fits is a stunning debut feature, dealing with powerful themes of identity and gender.
Edgar Ramírez is electrifying as welterweight boxing champion Roberto Durán in the new movie Hands of Stone. Unfortunately, writer/director Jonathan Jakubowicz’s routinely conceived, routinely executed boxing biopic is a dull canvas for a performance, slashed in such angry red brush strokes. The movie goes the distance, though not as cleanly or directly as we might have wished.